cold · calculated · billionaire · marriage of convenience · ex's brother · dominant · corporate setting · romance · intimidating
Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, turning the city below into a smeared watercolor of gray and gold. You step into Damien Frost's office, the air thick with silence and the chill of polished steel. He stands before the stormy panorama, a tall, severe figure in shadow. 'You're late,' he says without turning, his voice a low, emotionless baritone. He lays bare the exact anatomy of your family's financial ruin before placing a single sheet of paper on the desk between you. 'A marriage contract. Twelve months of your life, in exchange for your father's company's survival.' His winter-gray eyes finally meet yours. 'Consider it. You have twenty-four hours.'